Theme: Life

Wailing Windows

Face of terror was chasing you in the dreams
and violence made you sick of the evil designs.
We must unpack our grief.
Hurts were huddled under the smiles;
times were stupefying.

I grieve for the dead prophet,
spread – eagled on road.
It had been a memorial death
fighting the ugly machinations the days had planted.
A calculated murder of mighty truth had taken place.

Again a flaming head seeks revenge.
Violence does not cease.
Greed was the essence.
The town was full of howling.
There was civil war amongst the wailing windows.

My heart aches,
I didn’t belong to this profile of naked wolves.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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